Chapter 1 - Prologue: Nar (1/2)
Nar, a realm widely known as hell in the seven realms, is an asylum to all the creatures of the dark forces. Literally meaning fire in the Amayan language, it is used as a form of a curse by all residents in the six realms towards their most hated person.
”I wish you an eternal fire.”
”I curse you and your seven generations to all rot in flame.” Are commonly used forms of curses spat by deeply aggrieved individuals seeking justice for an injustice done to them.
An injustice that implicates their entire family.
Not finding an outlet to vent their rage because of their low social standing and lack of power, they wish upon their most resented culprit an eternal fire, an eternal life living in Nar, the realm of the vilest, deadliest, and most twisted forces of evil.
In this realm, humanoid monsters, three-headed demons, shapeshifting snakes, eagles, and werewolves, as well as blood-sucking vampires are the supreme beings. Creatures of all origins different from the six supreme species bow and serve as slaves to maintain their existence and safeguard the lineage of their race.
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1000 years ago, in the Eternal Mountains of Nar
Drip!
Drip!
Deep within the depths of an endless chain of mountains, the dripping sound of liquid hitting on hard stone reverberated throughout the silent mountain fortress.
There was a faint mist that hampered the visibility of the area to a confusing degree.
However, despite the hazy fog, one could still faintly make out the shadows of people standing at the very top of the mountain peaks, calm and motionless as if they were stone statues.
Only the sound of their fluttering clothes blowing from the gales of fierce winds could be heard across the heavens.
Between these two people, one of them was a youth that was no older than 20 years, clad in white clothes.
The youth was incredibly handsome with a flawless facial appearance. His rather ordinary-looking eyes contained a scant amount of attractiveness and fascination that seemed capable of stealing the soul of whomever gazed into them.
And on the other side was a thin man wearing black robes. This was a young man who looked to be around 20 to 25 years, with hair tied up in the fashion of a crane's neck.
His blue eyes lit up with a lively spirit that seemed to shine with a bright light, lighting up the entire area. His gaze that was like a sharp sword, made one feel uncomfortable looking straight at him.
”Bang!”
The two men's strikes were impeccably fast, and the sounds made from their weapons striking against each other had an endless stream of metallic rings.
They bounced off the rock walls, leaving streams of fresh blood slowly leaking from their battered bodies and giant holes adorning the landscape around them.
As the two men's strength continued to climb up, they simultaneously let out a furious roar that shook the heavens like a lighting bolt, piercing the eardrums.
At the instant when the two were about to collide against each other, a powerful and vast amount of world energy in the form of a seven-colored lightning descended from the skies, striking the blooded figures into nothingness.
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500 years ago, in a spatial village of Nar
Below Blazing Height's Mountain, located in the East Forest Mountain Range, was a mountain village with simple customs. They cultivated the fields to make a living and worshiped Lord Tarke, being cut off from the rest of the world.
Early in the morning, all the villagers assembled in front of the village's main gate to see off a young teenage girl. Although the girl looked both thin and weak, her clean demeanor made her appear very clever.